Switch: Awakening

Kenna tells it like it happened, chuckling between sentences. Dana scooped her up, drove her around, grinning, asking did she tell the squad she had a cougar girlfriend now. Kenna never cared about the age gap. She hungered. One afternoon Dana pulled over and nodded at the rear seats. Kenna crawled in, already slick. She planted hands and knees on leather; Dana’s fingers filled her fast, swatted her ass, left her panting and begging without making a sound. When Dana finally headed into the house, Kenna scrambled after her on shaky legs. Inside, Dana took her sweet time—slow drags, pauses just short, again and again—until Kenna came apart in Dana’s cupped palm. After, Kenna licked Dana clean, grateful, worshipful, still buzzing from the fact that Dana woke every kink she owns.